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... e size of a wolfhound, with shiny, oily green feathers on its head.
It didn’t fly, but instead, waddling through the mud, came from the island toward the shore.
"My lord, it’s a... very plump wild duck!" Marcus quietly took off his bow and arrow, preparing for the hunt, "Take it on board, smear it with oil and char, we can change up the flavor."
Influenced by the castle, he had also become a part of those who appreciate fine food.
Liszt raised his hand to stop Mar ...
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